Chapter
It really wasn t the sort of monling on which rotten things
are supposed to happen.
All the way up from the little iron gate at the
bottom of Great Meadow the larks were singing like any-
thing. The sun was hot and the leaves on the eider and ash
at tile edge of tile gully had just started to turn yellowy-
goldish， because it was going to be Septcnlber in a nli~lutc
although you would hardly have known it， it was so
beautiful.
Tile high grasscs were full of crickets and grasshoppers
and tile field curved away up towards the sky， soft and
smooth and fawn as a deer s back. Only very little clouds
drifted in high above from the sea at Cuckmere and sort
of got melted away by the warm breeze which came in
the other way from the Weald.
We didn t really know much about the witch. We had
spoken to her once， years ago， with all her cats round her.
She had been quite nice and showed us a sort of shell thing
with Bombay writtma ota it， which is a towel i，l llldia，
because wc had given her a bit of a help with solnc
wood for her fire. But that was all， and she didn t put
a spell on us， as far as we knew， although my sister did
get the measles a bit later on and I didn t， which was
jolly lucky for me. But that was the only time we d been
really close. I mean， we never spoke again or anything like
that.
Wc sometimes used to see her hurrying along， shoulders
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